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I’m Joe Delaney, the good lookin' hunk in the picture. The guys are putting together a band and want me to
play drums. I’d rather sing, but all of us are voice majors, so there’s a lot
of competition. I think I’m the best singer in the group, but everybody else
thinks he is. They’re all wrong, of course, but there’s nothing I can do about
that.
I started playing drums when I was twelve, about ten years
ago. I took to it naturally. Here at the Cumberland Conservatory we have a show
band, and I’m the percussionist. I also play tympani in the conservatory
orchestra and snare in the concert band. Plus a trap set in the jazz band.
There are days where I have a hard time remembering I’m supposed to be a
singer.
I grew up in Nebraska. The joke is that that’s where men are
men and sheep are nervous. Actually, the big advantage of Nebraska is that a
huge part of the state is covered in marijuana. In the fifties and sixties
everybody smoked cigarettes. As kids we’d be told by teenagers about getting
high by smoking marijuana, so we did. Honestly, nobody seemed to mind. The
police didn’t give a shit, all of them had grown up smoking weed. When I got to
Cumberland, I thought it was weird that you couldn’t go into your backyard and
harvest a high. You had to go to a dealer.
I started going to dealers for my weed, and they had other
stuff, so I tried that, too. I’m never trying heroin, that stuff will kill you.
But I used lots of the other drugs. Probably my favorite was acid, and coke was
great, too. A side benefit was that I got lots of snatch with the drugs, in
addition to supporting myself by reselling on campus. I liked the Conservatory
and my life there. I lived off-campus and usually had a girl staying with me. I
gave them drugs; they gave me sex. Symbiosis, as my bio prof would say.
If I can sing and play drums, that’s cool. We’ll just have
to see what happens.
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